Priss wasn't exactly happy about being stuck in another world. Especially a world that feels like she walked in on some American historical reenactment. She wasn't one to have all the latest tech, hell she lived in a trailer with the basics back home, but she misses her motorcycle. Horse drawn carriages where definitely not her thing.
At least there were no boomers or AD Police around. She would be very surprised if a berserk robot started rampaging here and a bunch of incompetent cops started chasing after it. She wasn't sure if she would laugh at the sight or not.
For now, it was night and she was just wondering the streets, looking for something to do. "Damn. Is there at least a bar or club around here?"
V. Battle Mesa Gate
And these must be the Corroded that the old man told her about. In away they weren't that much different from the rogue boomers of her world. Only they had a lot less metal bits. And here she was, without her hardsuit. At least she had a metal staff though, which she swung quite hard at the creature's head. Behind her there were a couple of civilians who got caught a little too close to the action. She looked over her shoulder to see them.
"What are you idiots doing!?" She yelled at them. "Get the Hell out of here!" Of course this leaves her open for the Corroded that she was fighting to get up and get ready to strike her.
Priss S. Asagiri | Bubblegum Crisis: Tokyo 2040
Priss wasn't exactly happy about being stuck in another world. Especially a world that feels like she walked in on some American historical reenactment. She wasn't one to have all the latest tech, hell she lived in a trailer with the basics back home, but she misses her motorcycle. Horse drawn carriages where definitely not her thing.
At least there were no boomers or AD Police around. She would be very surprised if a berserk robot started rampaging here and a bunch of incompetent cops started chasing after it. She wasn't sure if she would laugh at the sight or not.
For now, it was night and she was just wondering the streets, looking for something to do. "Damn. Is there at least a bar or club around here?"
V. Battle Mesa Gate
And these must be the Corroded that the old man told her about. In away they weren't that much different from the rogue boomers of her world. Only they had a lot less metal bits. And here she was, without her hardsuit. At least she had a metal staff though, which she swung quite hard at the creature's head. Behind her there were a couple of civilians who got caught a little too close to the action. She looked over her shoulder to see them.
"What are you idiots doing!?" She yelled at them. "Get the Hell out of here!" Of course this leaves her open for the Corroded that she was fighting to get up and get ready to strike her.